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genessia2018-11-08 04:47 am
nevercruel) wrote in genessia2018-11-08 04:47 am
01: Open to All!
[Action]
If someone had been standing in the small cave filled with the glowing water and a single silver cocoon, their first inclination that the occupant had awoken would have been the very loud BANG, followed by the muffled shout of pain that came from inside. When the Doctor woke up, at least in this body, she tended to do so immediately. Doing so while contained within a small, metal egg without first looking to make sure your head wasn't aimed directly for the lid was a quick way to give yourself one hell of a rude awakening.
She groaned, more in frustration then any actual pain, nursing her forehead for a moment before she looked up with bleary eyes, confusion worming it's way into her gaze as her surroundings became clear.
Alright, first thing; not the TARDIS. She couldn't feel the familiar vibrations, nor could she feel the telepathic connection that told her she was home. That was, obviously, her most immediate concern, but not the only one. Second thing; Ryan, Yaz, and Graham certainly couldn't fit into this tiny pod with her. Their own pods? Still on the TARDIS?
"Hullo? Guys?" She waited, listening, fifteen breaths, but no answer came. So, either not within earshot or able to hear her from outside the pod. She shifted where she lay, first noticing the soft silks that lined the thing. Meant for comfort? Or as decoration. The fact that the thing resembled some sort of coffin didn't go unnoticed, but she certainly didn't remember dying, not that her memory could be depended on 100% of the time. There had been enough times in the past when the Doctor had been caught unawares and not been able to remember it afterward.
The next thing, or things, she noticed were the items that tumbled from her chest as she moved, dropping onto the cushion beneath her. She frowned, shifting to reach for them and press against the top with her other arm, finding it easy enough to open, when one weren't bearing all of their weight and momentum into their forehead as they sat up abruptly. The lid of the thing removed, she clambered out, landing in ankle deep water, her nose curling as she felt it sinking into her boots and soaking her socks all the way through.
"Oh, lovely. The least you could have done would be to leave me a pair of wellies." She snatched the items from inside, tucking them under her arm as she turned to stare at the area around her, eyes dazzled as they adjusted to the dim light and the bright lights coming from the water itself. Huffing out indignantly at the realization that there were no other signs of her friends inside the small inlet she'd found herself in, she turned back to the pod, looking it over curiously, studying it for any markings or features that would indicate just who or what had created it. Nothing.
Not even a scan with the sonic was able to give her an inkling of its origin, and she sighed, tucking the tool back into her coat's breast pocket and wading through the water toward the nearby shore. Once she were somewhere dry, she could take a few minutes to survey the items that had been left for her in her metal, watery life-coffin.
[Video, some time later]
[The Doctor smiled brightly into the camera on the phone that she'd been so graciously left by who only knew, looking much happier then she felt, her head tilted curiously to the side.]
Hullo, Genessia! [She repeated the word a few times, testing different pronunciations. Hard G's, soft G's, long and short vowels. Eventually shook her head as if to clear it of the wayward thought.] Nevermind, I'm distracting myself, not important! I seem to have found myself on your lovely, glowing beach, missing my friends and my ship! I don't suppose any of you have seen any new, out of place blue police boxes out and about, by any chance? I'd be most appreciative if you could direct me there, if so.
Also, if any of you have seen three humans going by the names Ryan, Yasmine, or Graham, I'd be happy to know that they were safe and sound. They're under my protection, and I promised to get them home, safe and sound.
[She let the unspoken warning in her tone linger for a moment before grinning widely and waving.]
Anyway! Nice to meet you all! I'm the Doctor!
If someone had been standing in the small cave filled with the glowing water and a single silver cocoon, their first inclination that the occupant had awoken would have been the very loud BANG, followed by the muffled shout of pain that came from inside. When the Doctor woke up, at least in this body, she tended to do so immediately. Doing so while contained within a small, metal egg without first looking to make sure your head wasn't aimed directly for the lid was a quick way to give yourself one hell of a rude awakening.
She groaned, more in frustration then any actual pain, nursing her forehead for a moment before she looked up with bleary eyes, confusion worming it's way into her gaze as her surroundings became clear.
Alright, first thing; not the TARDIS. She couldn't feel the familiar vibrations, nor could she feel the telepathic connection that told her she was home. That was, obviously, her most immediate concern, but not the only one. Second thing; Ryan, Yaz, and Graham certainly couldn't fit into this tiny pod with her. Their own pods? Still on the TARDIS?
"Hullo? Guys?" She waited, listening, fifteen breaths, but no answer came. So, either not within earshot or able to hear her from outside the pod. She shifted where she lay, first noticing the soft silks that lined the thing. Meant for comfort? Or as decoration. The fact that the thing resembled some sort of coffin didn't go unnoticed, but she certainly didn't remember dying, not that her memory could be depended on 100% of the time. There had been enough times in the past when the Doctor had been caught unawares and not been able to remember it afterward.
The next thing, or things, she noticed were the items that tumbled from her chest as she moved, dropping onto the cushion beneath her. She frowned, shifting to reach for them and press against the top with her other arm, finding it easy enough to open, when one weren't bearing all of their weight and momentum into their forehead as they sat up abruptly. The lid of the thing removed, she clambered out, landing in ankle deep water, her nose curling as she felt it sinking into her boots and soaking her socks all the way through.
"Oh, lovely. The least you could have done would be to leave me a pair of wellies." She snatched the items from inside, tucking them under her arm as she turned to stare at the area around her, eyes dazzled as they adjusted to the dim light and the bright lights coming from the water itself. Huffing out indignantly at the realization that there were no other signs of her friends inside the small inlet she'd found herself in, she turned back to the pod, looking it over curiously, studying it for any markings or features that would indicate just who or what had created it. Nothing.
Not even a scan with the sonic was able to give her an inkling of its origin, and she sighed, tucking the tool back into her coat's breast pocket and wading through the water toward the nearby shore. Once she were somewhere dry, she could take a few minutes to survey the items that had been left for her in her metal, watery life-coffin.
[Video, some time later]
[The Doctor smiled brightly into the camera on the phone that she'd been so graciously left by who only knew, looking much happier then she felt, her head tilted curiously to the side.]
Hullo, Genessia! [She repeated the word a few times, testing different pronunciations. Hard G's, soft G's, long and short vowels. Eventually shook her head as if to clear it of the wayward thought.] Nevermind, I'm distracting myself, not important! I seem to have found myself on your lovely, glowing beach, missing my friends and my ship! I don't suppose any of you have seen any new, out of place blue police boxes out and about, by any chance? I'd be most appreciative if you could direct me there, if so.
Also, if any of you have seen three humans going by the names Ryan, Yasmine, or Graham, I'd be happy to know that they were safe and sound. They're under my protection, and I promised to get them home, safe and sound.
[She let the unspoken warning in her tone linger for a moment before grinning widely and waving.]
Anyway! Nice to meet you all! I'm the Doctor!
[Action]
Came back seven months ago, here in the process of regenerating... Jack, Chinny and Rose came to help me... I - I tried to use the hand in the jar but it didn't work. Not here.
[To be honest, though - dying wasn't as bad as the year and a half hell, Rose dragged him though and deep inhale - his future self will find out sooner and probably because of Rose and gives a dry reply]
Thar are worse things - like fighting with Rose for a year and a half because she doesn't want to - [a hard swallow] love you anymore.... because of something you didn't know you did but she does.
[If Thirteen manages to read anything from that stone cold aura - the little bit peeking up from beneath is hurt]
[Action]
She swallowed hard, trying to force her own emotions back under control, and at least reassured that he was physically stable, she moved closer to him. She wasn't sure why, exactly, or what she intended to do when she approached him, but she needed to, regardless.]
I-...[What? What could she even say? It wasn't often that they found themselves speechless, and she hated it.] I am so sorry. I don't even have words, I just...This is so wrong. Whoever has done this to us...it's wrong.
[She reached out to grab his sleeve once she was close enough, her own pain settling into an anger that she did her best to bury deep. She could worry about making the people who'd brought them here atone for what they'd done to him later, when the pain she could see on his face wasn't so glaringly obvious, regardless of how he tried to shut down.
One step at a time, she could deal with that later. She realized why she'd wanted to move closer just before she closed the distance between them, pulling on his sleeve to bring him in nearer.]
I know you may not want it, but I really think you need a hug right now, an' I don' even care if it's weird because it's me, you're gettin' one anyway, an' that's that, so c'mere. [She had wrapped her arms around him before she was even done babbling nervously, and her arms squeezed him tightly to her. It was weird, yes; they weren't exactly the best at loving themselves, and this was like that, squared. Not to mention that it made it glaringly obvious how much smaller she was now then she had been before, with the way her face pressed into his shoulder. But that was not important, compared to the hurt she knew he had to be feeling and how much it made her want to take it all away. She remembered that pain, and she didn't want anyone to suffer that pain, not even themselves, not even when they had hated themselves the most.]
Re: [Action]
[Is the dry repsonse]
I like being here with Rose, now that we're not fighting, and Jack and Martha and Jenny.
[Then a really cold reply]
I don't like the idea that I change - because it means I did leave her behind. That I don't see her again. I don't want River or Amy in my life.
[Actually he does want a hug more than others may thing but he's so prickly that he can't gesture or say anymore that he wants - no needs a hug. After a few moments, Ten hugs back and Thirteen is going to find it hard to get out of his arms as she'll feel someone absorbing as much as someone can; and she can feel that cold numbness, the prickliness and some twisted mental state]
[Action and then I guess we can end it here?]
Then we'll take it one day at a time, yeah?
[The fact that he returns that hug, that he seems so reluctant to let go and instead reaches out and tries to soak up all of the comfort she can give him is telling, and she doesn't try and pull away. She tightens her hold, letting him stay like that as long as he needs, and reaches out, sending comfort and reassurance as much as she can with the way it's upset her through the mental connection. Hoping to calm the pain she feels there, how troubled everything is. But then, knowing that it was him reaching out for psychic comfort from her is all that she needs to tell her how bad things are.]